Haste makes waste

Grumbleshanks wished he had left a few of Darvin's hastily wrapped knots, to use the word's loosest definition. He thought about pointing out that the half-elf had bound the man in just a few blinks of an eye before turning to swing at the rat. However, the halfling thought twice as he noticed the rising ire in the half-elf's face and the snooty air of the cleric. Touchy crowd, he thought. More hurt feelings than a middle-school lunchroom. Instead, he bit his tongue and examined his wound looking for signs of infection or disease. Finding none, he asked Gurkirat if he had noticed any other rats along the way. He also asked Hring if these were all the rats. He then motioned to his henchies to keep their weapons out and watch the tunnel they walked down, then Grumbleshanks observed Darvin's interrogation.